Out of nowhere, a furious woman stormed into my yard, clutching her crying daughter.
“Your dog attacked my child! I’m going to sue you!” she shouted, pointing at my golden retriever, Rocky.

I was shocked. Rocky? He’s been part of our family for nearly five years—gentle, loyal, never once shown an ounce of aggression. As she ranted and called the police, Rocky just sat quietly by the flowerbed, wagging his tail like nothing was wrong.

Trying to stay calm, I told her, “Rocky wouldn’t hurt anyone. We have security cameras—let’s check the footage.”

Inside, we all watched the video together. It showed Rocky lying peacefully in the yard. Then her daughter appeared, holding something metallic. A second later—click—a small spark. Rocky yelped and bolted. The girl tripped and fell.

A stun gun. That’s what she had in her hand.

The scratch wasn’t a bite—it was from the fall.

The woman’s face went pale. “That’s not hers,” she muttered.
An officer asked gently, “Where’d she get it?”
“My husband keeps one in the car,” she whispered. “She must’ve taken it without us noticing…”

The room went silent. Rocky slowly walked in and sat beside us, calm as ever—like he knew he’d been cleared.

He had been wrongly accused and still handled it better than most people would have.

Turns out, the only one who acted with dignity through the whole ordeal… was the dog.